Elegy to End

March 10, 2008
By Mary Walsh, Elizabethtown, KY

Footsteps end
Lies they crawl
What you build
Up will fall
Hit the deck
Find your grave
To your fears
You are enslaved
And so I spin
Turn in place
Spit my fears
Into your face
Vultures dance
In the sky
Another perfect
Day to die.


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